The Forgotten Creator's
Wind Girl (1)
The next day...
Half an hour early I came to school, so as not to have bad luck like yesterday. I walked down the street until I passed a few alleys to shorten my distance. Step by step I passed until I finally arrived at school.
I walked towards my class. Then I entered my class and I put my bag on the bench yesterday. When I put my bag on the table and then I sat down in his chair, suddenly someone came up to me with his bag. I assume that this guy is a little pretentious.
When he did the same thing with me, he then gave a greeting to get acquainted with me, “Halo, I'm Zack.” Her speech.
“Den.” My reply.
After a while, we were silent without meaning. There was no topic to talk about because it was the first time we met.
Fortunately, the bell rang after five minutes. Then a teacher came into the class. Without further ado he immediately gave the material to us.
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Kriy... Kriy... Kriy.... Marking a break bell.
I intend to go to the cafeteria to buy some food and then go somewhere quiet to rest there.
I put my food on the grass and I lay my body down for a moment. Shortly afterwards, a man suddenly came blocking the sunlight that was emanating towards my face.
“Halo.” Said the man.
When I opened my eyes, “Oh turned out to be Zack. I thought there was someone else who wanted to make a fuss with me.”
“Ngapain here?” ask Zack
“Just look for a place where no one can bother me.” My answer.
“The table is very elite. Honestly, you're looking for a place to eat, right?”
“That's how,” reply. “I'm just too lazy to shut up and enjoy my food in class, because it's too noisy.”
“Yaelah gitu doang. There are a lot of people out there who work with incredible noise. Like a welder”
“Yes... I am a loner, after all. They are usually at home. No one's own nemenin.”
“Yeah, very introverted.”
“That I would eat the bread I bought earlier.” My speech.
The wind blew southward until it threw the plastic wrap of bread I put on the grass. Suddenly the plastic turned around and approached me again. I muttered in my heart, how strange the plastic water.
I asked someone who was sitting next to me, “Eh, Zack. Did you see the plastic fly again this way?”
“Hah? Plastic try, I'm lying down and closing my eyes. Where can I see.” Her speech.
“Oh. Oke”
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The doorbell rings. The silence restarts until it's time to go home.
“Oh, Den. Hold still. Do not go straight home.” Megat Zack's.
“Why?” my many.
“You know that lately there have been rumors about the park's guardian spirit?” ask Zack.
“Ga tau and don't want tau.”
“Please turnstiles doang for investigation,” Zack weld. “Goceng deh.”
“Gas.” At the speed of light I returned.
“Have got temen gini amat.” Cynical Zack.
“Hah? Why?”
“Gak. Gapapa. Hehe,” worries Zack if I don't come along. “ So just follow me.”
We rushed to the wind park. Why is it called the wind garden? Because no matter at any time, the wind is always a storm here.
“So, now why here?” my many.
Yes, k**it. Not necessarily also come. Mumamku thought Zack was just imagining.
True what Zack said, someone appeared accompanied by a hurricane around him. A very strong wind blew away all the small things. Leaves, gravel, paper, even the contents of a garbage can partially scattered out and sucked by the wind. What an incredible wind.
“wind spirit power emang gini, Den. You could say wind is all his power.” Lantur Zack's.
Before long the wind stopped turning and began to fade. Everything that was sucked in by the wind was scattered everywhere.
“Now what?” ask me in an annoyed tone. “Then his trash everywhere. Want to be cleaned or let alone rich so?”
“Bersihin. Waste must be allowed main.”
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About ten minutes we cleaned up the mess, and everything was in order.
The girl glanced at both of us as if she knew our arrival was for her. A look of regret was seen on his face. It was possible that he had killed or cursed someone until he was exiled from the area where he lived and then died of starvation.
Unexpectedly, tears were seen on her cheeks. The longer the tears turn into crying. He acted like he was crying but made no sound. An event that makes no sense
“Wadd. How to become gini.” Zack.
“What is gini?” my many.
“Anu,. Usually, ghosts like to want people. Lah this kok rich who again cry yes.” Reply Zack.
“It's also bodo. There are several types of ghosts, among them there are good ghosts, there are also evil ghosts. Well rich he's the entry of curious ghosts.” Refute me while slapping his shoulder.
Zack was confused to hear my explanation, "So he got into a good ghost or a bad ghost anyway?”
“Good.” Answer me
Suddenly the girl breathed the wind at us. The wind was so strong that it pushed us backwards. I crossed my arms in front of my chest to minimize her thrusting and it worked.
“Uwaaa!!! Anjir this what the fuck is suddenly pushed gini. It encourages him no physical touch.” Shocked Zack.
Zack tried to calm the girl down by striking her wind, then he held her shoulder by both hands with a firm grip.
“Pacify yourself!” snapped Zack, “I don't know what your problem is but don't vent it to us.”
The girl's anger began to subside. Maybe because he was scared after hearing Zack's screams. The surrounding wind started to dissipate and the wind impulse that was pointing towards me disappeared.
Zack started chatting with the girl for about five minutes. Then he breathed out and began to approach me. “Unlike I thought,” hela Zack, “Den, the problem of why the spirit is still in this world is not because it wants to scare.”
I looked at Zack with a cynical look, “That's why I want to go home.” I turned around and started walking
Zack grabbed me by the shoulder to stop me. “Eh don't do that... Joking around gapapa lah.”
“Then clarify your explanation.”
“Jadi gini. He would have met someone when he was a kid, maybe ten years old. For two years they shared their joy. Sad or happy they always meet.” Obviously Zack, “Till they finally split up because the girl's family was planning to leave her area of residence and move house. The girl regrets for never conveying her feelings for the past year.”
“So?” my many.
Zack asked back, “So what?”
“So we have to what?”
“Ya of course helped him.”
“How?”
“Finding people who have met him since he was a child.”
I agreed and started to turn around again, “Yaudah gas if so. Show me the way I'll follow..”.
“Do not need to report-repot looking for it,” cut Zack, “We have found the person kok.”
“Oh. Good then. We don't have to bother. Then I want to go home now.”
“Wait a moment, Den. The person I mean is you.”
I stopped my steps and fell silent for a moment. I was surprised and astonished. How could I, who had never played other than with a schoolmate, ever meet him while he was alive.